The Wolf Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Penetrating pinpricks, like icy glowing embers, blaze a trail through the stygian night.
Laser straight, defying compromise.
Prey spotted, paralysed with primeval fear,
fight or flight decisions considering.
This forty thousand year old dog, now master of his domain,
has no thoughts of retreat,
only
warm,
fresh,
meat.
Alpha male stands proud, but resolute, knowing the pack awaits his gesture.
Nostrils flare, taking in the scent also, of the damp,
urine soaked bracken,
the isolated, pungent sign post of a feast.
Razor talons claw slowly, but relentlessly,
caressing and releasing the earth.....
Patiently....
waiting,
but,
salivating.
The standoff now stretching into hypnotic oneupmanship....
Fear has a pungency that excites..
Knowing his job is almost completed, the smirking lips languidly curl, slowly and malevolently,
revealing ivory incisors.
The soft nape hair now bristling and the gentle rhythmic breathing, transformed into a low, satisfied, growl.
Becoming deeper now and louder, vibrating through his hungry lean body...
Lithe limbs fiercely spring into life, Beta, Delta and Omega,
like a multi limbed body.... in unison strike.
The kill,
swift and
merciless,
is over.